Chapter 002: Kill Me?

“Kill!!!”
A scream that seemed to want to tear heaven and earth apart rang out. The Second Prince felt as if all his fat was trembling with that cry. He gasped for breath and muttered, “Calm down! Calm down! Even if my elder brother really failed… Fische won’t kill me… Because I’m worthless! I pose no threat to them at all! Hahahaha…”
At that moment, the Second Prince suddenly coughed, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away, but coughed even harder!
He pounded the wall beside him in pain, producing a series of “bang bang bang” sounds, before finally stopping. He slumped weakly against the wall, took a deep breath, and then spat out angrily, “You little bitch! Damn you, you little bitch! You’re just as vile as your mother! Hahahaha… I raped and killed your mother back then—without any remorse! Nina! You little bitch! I swear! I swear I’ll make you understand my power!!! How dare you… how dare you send someone to destroy my combat energy!? I’ll torment you thoroughly and make you know what it means to live in agony! Hahahaha…”
After saying these words, the Second Prince seemed to exhale in relief. His eyes scanned the room before finally settling on a corner.
It was a place resembling a warehouse, with bags of wheat stacked everywhere. The warehouse door had been locked from the outside. In his current state, the Second Prince had no way of opening it.
His gaze kept moving until it finally landed on that corner, where a tattered piece of burlap covered a pregnant woman. She was lying there, blood flowing continuously from her lower body, moaning in pain, seemingly unconscious.
Although his combat energy had been destroyed, he was still lustful. Seeing this scene, the desire deep in his heart flared up again. He suddenly licked the blood from his mouth and said in a deep voice, “Little bitch, it seems you really know your second brother well… Hahahaha… Well then, I won’t be polite!”
With that, he took out a small bottle from his clothes, poured out a blue pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he strode quickly in that direction.
But given his obesity, walking without combat energy was extremely difficult. Even for such a short distance, he had to rest several times.

Finally, he stepped forward toward the young woman. He could no longer bear the torment of lust any longer. Without wasting words, he quickly spread her legs apart, undid his own clothes, and entered her!
Once inside, he let out a sigh of relief as his body began to twist desperately.
But his movements seemed to awaken the young woman from her unconsciousness. She suddenly saw clearly the person pressing down on her and couldn’t help but scream!
The Second Prince’s eyes grew blurred at some point. He reached for her full breasts with both hands while cursing, “You little bitch! Keep screaming! The louder you scream, the more excited I get!”
The young woman struggled desperately, screaming in pain, but the Second Prince, as if unaware of this, continued to twist.
Suddenly, there was a muffled “thud”.
Immediately afterward, the excited Second Prince let out a scream, “You… you… how dare you… try to kill me…”
It was seen that the young woman had somehow found a rusty iron rod and thrust it straight into the Second Prince’s chest.
The Second Prince struggled desperately, seemingly trying to pull out the rod from his chest, but before he could do so, his body collapsed lifelessly.
Seeing this, an inexplicable expression appeared in the young woman’s eyes. She smiled faintly and said simply, “I… I’ve finally avenged myself…”
Her voice was unbearably sweet. Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, she collapsed to the ground.
…
The mages of the Mage Guild and the divine spellcasters of the Holy Church floated in mid-air, while below them were the Temple Knights and the secret guards.
From any angle, it seemed certain that the battle would continue.
The leading mage grinned at Nicholas shamelessly, “Fools are indeed fools! Apart from fancy words, they have no real skills! Nicholas! My name is Baros, known as the Mage of Destiny! Today, I’ll test your abilities right here!”
As he spoke, Baros pulled out no wand. Instead, he stretched his hands forward, and soon a purple aura appeared in his palms. The purple aura twisted continuously, emitting bursts of thunderous sounds… Baros had actually mastered a rare lightning magic!?

He pointed slightly ahead, and soon the purple aura transformed into an electric dragon, which rushed violently at Nicholas. The electric dragon seemed unremarkable at first glance, but its lightning flashed continuously, accompanied by thunderous noises—far from something to be underestimated. With this standard lightning magic in use, Nicholas’s usually calm expression couldn’t help but show a hint of seriousness: “Spelling without a wand? Instantaneous casting?” But that seriousness lasted only for a moment. Then Nicholas suddenly made a gesture behind him, and the dozen or so divine mages behind him stepped back several paces. Only Nicholas stepped forward in midair, followed by a soft sigh. Though light, that sigh seemed to carry some mysterious power, spreading instantly throughout the area and shaking everyone’s heart. Nicholas advanced instead of retreating, using just one sigh to confront him… Seeing this, Baros felt a sense of strangeness. Though he spoke arrogantly, he knew well that divine mages were not to be underestimated. He clapped his hands, sending out more purple auras, and said coldly, “Lord Nicholas! Come on, let me see how powerful your divine magic really is!” Nicholas sighed softly, his clear gaze seemingly able to see everything about Baros. Who would have thought he was such a stunningly beautiful man… He gently blew on the electric dragons he had sent at Baros, and soon a holy light slowly spread outward from his action. The holy light appeared quickly but spread slowly. Yet when the electric dragons reached it, they suddenly twisted strangely and instantly turned to attack Baros instead. Baros’s expression changed—he realized the dragons had slipped out of his control. But he quickly tapped his fingers in the air a few times, and with several explosions, the dragons vanished into thin air. “Control magic? Or reflection magic?” Baros couldn’t help but ask. Nicholas shook his head slightly. “No… It’s simply that all your power comes from the God of Light, so naturally, He can also take it away from you, Lord Baros… You’d better surrender soon. The Holy Church and the Mage Guild haven’t reached a life-or-death stage—why resort to violence?”

Though those words sounded nice, how could Baros possibly listen to them? He snorted and said, “A trickster! Although I don’t know what magic you’ve used… but what else can you do besides trickery? A saint? Hmph… You do have some skills after all! In that case, I won’t hold back! Attack!” With that, Baros clapped his hands, and a magnificent magic wand appeared in them. While casting spells barehanded had its advantages, using a wand made the magic far more powerful. At Baros’s command, the magicians behind him also drew out their wands and swung them toward where the divine spellcasters were. Immediately, the sounds of magical incantations filled the air as various colored spells were sent in their direction. Seeing this, Nicholas realized that talking was pointless. He gave a signal, and the divine spellcasters scattered around, each going after a magician. Holy light burst from the divine spellcasters, colliding with the magic and producing explosive sounds. By now, Baros had finished chanting his spell. He then waved his hand downward, and a blood-red aura enveloped the secret guards—it was a mental magic spell: Frenzy! With this spell in effect, the once-calm secret guards became wildly aggressive once again. This time, they didn’t even need the crown prince’s orders to charge at the Temple Knights ahead. Seeing this, Baros chuckled and said, “Lord Nicholas, then we can continue, right?”